Before the funeral was over, my tears had already dried up.
Black elegiac couplets were fluttering in the wind. Ji Mingxuan stood opposite me, his expression so gloomy that it could drip water.
"Sister-in-law, Brother Hanchuan has just left, and you are eager to read the will?"
He spoke not loudly, but everyone heard him. The eyes of the guests swept over, some whispered, some showed sympathy, and some concealed a smile of schadenfreude.
I lowered my head and said nothing, and tightened my fingers on the hem of the black dress. My nails dug into my palms, and the pain made me wake up.
"I didn't read the will."
"Then what are you doing in the director's office?" Ji Mingxuan sneered, "Someone saw you coming down from the seventeenth floor. That was Brother Hanchuan's office before he died."
"I just..."
"Just what?" He interrupted me, took a step forward, and looked down at me condescendingly, "Sister-in-law, I know you are sad, but the things in the Ji family are not something you, an outsider, can touch."
The word "outsider" is a strong one.
